Page 158 of The Black Flamingo

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Kieran who was kind to me,

always so kind. Wasthisthe reason why?

Does it matter now?

“Kieran!” comes a voice from behind me.

“Kieran!” comes the voice again. Now

I see who it belongs to: the girl with green hair.

“Kieran, your sister is outside throwing up.

I’m ordering a taxinow.” Clicking her fingers

on the word “now.”

His hands drop from my waist.

“Oh! Shit!” says Kieran. “All right, I’m coming.

Just gimme a minute.”

“Okay, you haveliterallyone minute.” And

she stands there with her arms crossed.

“Why don’t you give me your number?”

I say, handing Kieran my phone. I can feel

the Death Stare of Miss Green Hair.

“Yeah. Cool,” says Kieran as he types

his number into my phone. He hands it back.

Miss Green Hair claps her hands together

once on the word “Wonderful!” as sarcastic

as she can be. “Now, let’s go, Kieran.”

She pulls him through the crowd. And I’m just

thinking:Miss Green Hair is so fierce!

I look to where my friends are by the bar.

None of them are looking in my direction.

So I head the opposite way to the toilet.

I lock myself in a cubicle and write a poem

in my phone.

I Wanna Be Fierce

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